Sharpened pencils, twisted tongues, dulled wits, tarnished dreams and all that makes a day bearable or unbearable. Depending on the day. But not mondays. Those are uniformly ugly.
Monday, May 22, 2006
why can't i frikkin sleep like a normal person? and i've been up for ever and i feel horribly cranky and i hate tomorrow. and i'm not particularly chuffed about now either. so there.